Mother’s Day, It Gets Complicated

Much like being a mom, Mother’s Day can be complicated.  The day can be overshadowed by ideals that you can’t achieve. My path to becoming a Mom was not an easy road. After years of trying to become a mom, I began to detest Mother’s Day. It reminded me that behind a locked door in my house there was an empty baby bed. People around me tried to offer comfort, but there was no comfort for what I had lost. My soul was filled with longing- a longing for what I did not have and what I could not control, despite my best efforts. Years later when God smiled on me and blessed me with a bundle of joy (he literally was), I was elated to finally participate in Mother’s Day as a mom. I remember traveling on my first Mother’s Day to see my brother graduate from college. My newly adopted son was only 3 months old and the trip was hard. The night before Mother’s Day he cried all night in an Arkansas hotel room. I remember thinking the next day, “Wow this is not how I thought it would be”. Becoming a parent, getting married, getting a new job, or starting a homestead all are never quite how we think they will be. However, there have been many days that I have squeezed all three of my boys and been incredibly thankful that they call me Mom. As I learned how to be a mom, I also learned more about my wonderful boys. All three of my sons are adopted. When I first planned to adopt, I was driven by the empty baby bed. I kept thinking, “I will become a mom and my pain will be gone.” There was a lot about being an adoptive mom I did not understand. I didn’t understand that there would be pain even in our adoptions. I didn’t know that there would be hard days and hard questions. I honestly had not thought about the pain the birthmothers would feel as they were handing over their babies to me. God blessed me with a friendship that changed my thoughts and heart, when a beautiful woman shared her personal pain of choosing adoption with me. I grew to realize that Mother’s Day would be complicated forever for the three women who gave birth to my beautiful sons. I also learned that even though my boys love me deeply as their mom, there is no erasing their birthmother. I have never tried to erase them, but I wasn’t prepared for the questions and the pain that would come along as my boys grew up. I naively thought that if I read them enough sweet story books about adoption, and talked openly with them about their wonderful personal stories, there would be no pain. So I learned being an adoptive mom was beautiful, rewarding, and my calling, but not without pain. 

So Mother’s Day became a day I tried to reflect and be thankful. My mom and I usually planned to spend the day together.  We often planted flowers, ate take out (because going out to eat on Mother’s Day is stressful), and just enjoyed being together. After the loss of my mom, Mother’s Day has taken on another level of grief. Sadly, our family tragedy happened just days before Mother’s Day. So every year I face the anniversary of the accident alongside Mother’s Day. I am reminded during these times of the strength my mom tried to teach and instill in me. I watched her live her life and deal with disappointment, hurt and loss. She didn’t always handle things well, and there were times she had a hard time getting out of bed. But my mom never gave up. I saw her cry, I saw her get mad, and I saw her heal. She always said, “If you feel bad, get up and work, then you will feel better”. My mom loved to work, she cooked, sewed, weeded, painted, mowed, weedeat, and the list goes on. My mantra is not the same, because I am not my mom and that is ok. After the accident, I thought a lot about the heritage that both my parents had left me. One of the things I kept returning to was the choice to go on, not move on, but to go on. So for the last five years, sometimes daily, I have made the choice to go on. My going on looks different from day to day. Some days it means I go on and I cry about the pain of missing my parents, the pain of my children missing their grandparents, and the damage it has done to my family. Some days my going on looks like me pulling weeds and remembering how hard my mom worked on her yard and garden. Some days it looks like me telling stories to keep my parent’s memories alive and laughing at the joy of a wonderful history. Some days going on looks like me living in the moment, celebrating my boys’ milestones or successes, and being thankful that I am present and a mom. 

The longer I live the more stories I encounter. People share with me the struggles of being a mom and the grief that often comes with struggle. I have met mom’s who have struggled with who their children have become, the loss of a child, and many more things that can make Mother’s Day complicated. Mother’s are incredibly important to everyone, whether they had a wonderful mom or she failed to meet their needs. Mothers shape who you are. My husband who is a retired correctional officer told me the busiest visiting days in prison were Christmas and Mother’s Day. The mom visiting her son in prison is surely having a complicated Mother’s Day.  I will be honest. As my boys’ grow up and learn how to be men, the road is not always smooth. There are times when I think, “Wow, this is not how I thought it would be”. However, I would not change or exchange any of those moments for the pain of the empty baby bed. So on Mother’s Day, I will make a choice to be thankful for things I have had, the people I still have, and hopeful for things to come. Bless the mom who mourns an empty cradle, a broken heart and broken dreams. 

Gives the childless wife a home, the joyful mother of children. Hallelujah!

Psalms 113:9

A beautiful bloom on a flower my mom planted but never got to see

17 responses to “Mother’s Day, It Gets Complicated”

  1. That was so beautifully written. Happy Mother’s Day, Hettie. 🌷

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  2. What a beautiful, heartfelt message. Thank you for sharing this part of your history. I think if we were all really honest with ourselves, mother’s day is complicated for all of us.

    I still have my mom, but we’ve been somewhat estranged the last couple of years. That hurt runs pretty deep for both of us and no matter how hard we each try we can only get so close and we never achieve the relationship we once shared. As you said, we choose to go on. Unfortunately it’s not usually together.

    Again, thank you for sharing from your heart and a different perspective. Have a very blessed mother’s day, and every day.


    1. Thank You for the encouragement, there is a lot of struggle in the world.


  3. Martha Lawson Avatar
    Martha Lawson

    Dear Hettie what beautiful words and such a loving tribute to your Mom. You are raising three of the most precious souls I have ever met and doing it well even when it is hard. Big hugs to you my friend and Happy Mother’s Day

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    1. Thank You and Happy Mother’s Day to you ❤️


  4. Leslie Brooks Avatar
    Leslie Brooks

    Thank you so much for a beautiful message about from you about Mother’s Day. There is beauty and GOD’s strength in this message. 🌸 🌺 🌹

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  5. Michelle Claunch Avatar
    Michelle Claunch

    Lovely, you made me cry. your family is so lucky to have such a wonderful mom wife sister Happy Mother’s Day

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    1. Thank you for your kind words friend. Happy Mother’s Day 💐


  6. Phyllis Blackaby Avatar
    Phyllis Blackaby

    Thank you for sharing. You did a beautiful job writing this. Thanks for being real and transparent. Your words are an encouragement to others. You are a great mom and your mom would be so proud of you and your sons. Beautiful tribute to your mom.

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    1. Thank You for these wonderful words


  7. Hettie, thanks so much for sharing this very personal story filled with so much love.

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    1. Thank you for the encouragement

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  8. petespringerauthor Avatar

    Beautiful post. I was blessed by having a wonderful mom. Imagine that the best person you know in the world is your mother?

    I taught elementary school for 31 years and loved it, but one of the more challenging days was Mother’s Day. It was an assumption in our elementary school that teachers would do a Mother’s Day project with their class. While the intention was sweet, I was mindful of the children who had little to no contact with their mothers. (Some were incarcerated or were no longer in their lives following divorce) I typically spoke to them privately and gave them a choice to participate and share their gift with an aunt, grandmother, or another female figure in their lives. If they didn’t want to participate, they could volunteer in another classroom if being in our room made them sad.

    A funny thing about elementary kids is they often inadvertently refer to their teacher as “mom.” I thought that was the greatest compliment, and I never corrected them because I know it was said by accident. It is an inside joke among elementary teachers. I wrote a book about my life as a teacher called “They Call Me Mom.” 😊

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    1. Thank you for your kind words, I will have to look up your book.

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  9. Beautifully said. Just realizing that motherhood is different for everyone, filled with joy and pain helps us to be thankful for whatever road we are on. As a birthmom myself I’m encouraged how you acknowledge the grief of the birthmothers of your boys, of the loss your boys may face even in the middle of the joy of being in your family. You can understand the grief of an empty crib-different but the same. May God continue to give you wisdom and joy in the journey.

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    1. Thank You so much for your words. They are beautiful.

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